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Under the completely unstoppable offensive of faith in Su Junhan, the last city of the Central Continent, Ferventus City Lord Groli Fiventus and the heads of all the high-ranking people were hung on the city gates, and the city was full of voices chanting the name of the gods.

Gods and faith are raging like poison on the Central Plains.

At this point, in front of Su Junyan, there was already a flat river, and only the final city remained.

Central Intranetus, 270,000 yards away.

The decisive battle is approaching, and it seems that even the wind on the plains has become bitter.

April 13, 231 year in the New World calendar.

The human army in the Fallen Leaf Plain completely withdrew, and a total of more than 300,000 people from eight cities in the entire Fallen Leaf Province hurriedly withdrew to the Northwest Province with the army.

The central gate of the Central Royal City was completely opened, and the last barrier between the north and south demon seeds was broken, and the hooves of the demon seeds could gallop unscrupulously over the entire deciduous plain from this day.

On the evening of the 14th, under the leadership of Su Junyan, the king of the north, the army of the northern demon seed left the central plain and descended to the fallen leaf plain in the south, and began to fully meet with the demon seed in the south.

On the evening of the 16th, Su Junyan had already drunk his horse on the bank of the Fallen Leaves River.

After many years, finally, once again, there is a different king on the bank of the Fallen Leaves River, and the army is pressing the central royal city.

The king of Saint Laurent more than a hundred years ago regretted to come back, so this time, Su Junyan, the king of this foreign race, can compete for the full merit of the king of knights back then?

The entire continent, no, it should be said that the whole world, even the demons of Asgard, who had been closed for a long time in the New World, were watching this war that was enough to affect the direction of the entire world history.

And at this time, Su Junyan, who is one of the protagonists of this historical drama, did not lead the army to be stationed in Fallen Leaf City, where the provincial capital of Fallen Leaf Province is located, but went straight to his hometown Tongmu City.

Naturally, it was a desolation along the way, and it was naturally impossible for Wen Nington to leave anything useful for Su Junyan, even if the entire Fallen Leaf Province had a large number of people and redundant materials, it was impossible to transfer it in just a few days, and he had forcibly emptied Su Junyan.

Su Junyan traveled from the Central Plains, and everywhere there were homeless people, who were scattered in the wilderness, like dust.

At night, the entire wasteland is covered with green eyes, and it looks like a gathering place of monsters.

The entire deciduous plain is already a scene of the end times.

Su Junyan had no way to care about these things for a while, but just led the army all the way.

By the evening of the 17th, he finally saw the walls of the long-lost Tongmu Castle.

At this moment, the city gate of Tongmu City was already wide open, and under the cover of night, there was no trace of the eternal silence of the small Tongmu City in his memory, only the cold of an empty ghost haunt.

Outside the city, several paulownia trees that have grown for more than 500 years stand there, and I wonder if they also feel the kind of slaughter that emanates from the cracks of history, and they seem to be withered and withered in advance.

Su Junyan only watched at the city gate for a second, and then galloped into Tongmu City with the Northland reindeer under his crotch.

Fifteen minutes later, Tongmu City was fully taken over by Su Junyan.

Su Junyan naturally didn't have to worry about this kind of thing of arranging and camping, he slowly galloped on the empty street with his personal guards.

Tongmu Castle is a small town, and even after a few years, the city has not changed much.

It's vaguely the way he left when he was a teenager.

It takes 728 steps to walk from Tongmu Street to Fenghuang Street, and the sign of the shop specializing in paulownia syrup at the corner of the street is still gently waving in the night breeze.

It's just that things are wrong.

Su Junyan stood at the intersection of Tongmu Street and Fenghuang Street, looking at Tongmu City Academy not far away, he looked at it for a long time, and whispered, "Let's go." ”

Exit Phoenix Street, cross five blocks and walk straight for a hundred yards to the Tung Wood Apartments.

In the summer, walking through the shady alley, walking up the stairs to the third floor, the third door opens, my father always turns his head behind the chair and laughs, and the herbal tea for summer is placed on the table, exuding a faint mint smell......

"Your Majesty......" Su Junyan woke up from the soft call of his subordinates, the night wind was very cold, and he had been standing outside the Tongmu apartment for a long time unconsciously.

"You're waiting for me outside, I'll go in and see for myself. Su Junyan thought for a moment, jumped down from the reindeer in the north, and signaled his subordinates not to follow him anymore.

This was the end of his youth, and the source of the nightmare that had plagued him for a long time in his short life.

In the past, he never dared to come back here, but now that he is back, he will end these past events together.

But he still wanted to face it alone, and he didn't want anyone to see his pain, or weakness.

According to the path in his memory, Su Junyan climbed the stairs.

3rd floor, 3rd doorway.

In the room that was already covered with dust, Su Junyan's hand was on the door frame that had been tangled in cobwebs and could not be seen in its original appearance, and stood at the door, not moving for a long time.

The flood of memories seemed to rush him back to the past, that rainy afternoon.

Blood-soaked memories.

If it was Su Junyan in the past, he would definitely be crushed by this huge torrent of memory, and even completely fall into this bloody past.

However, Su Junyan is no longer the Su Junyan of the past.

Just as the paulownia city is no longer the paulownia city of the past.

His heart was hard enough to look at it all.

The boy who once ran away in despair, when he returned many years later, was already a king with an iron heart.

Tearing open the cobwebs covering the doorway, Su Junyan stepped step by step on the dust of history and blood-colored memories to the source of the nightmare.

The old tables and chairs were still there, and after the dust was brushed away, it seemed that the next moment, the smiling man would appear there again, caressing his beloved sword, without saying a word.

And now, the knife is hanging from Su Junyan's waist.

Su Junyan sat down on the chair, untied the little orange from his waist, and put it on his lap.

He closed his eyes, as if reminiscing about the past, and as if he was thinking about what the man had been thinking about during those long, lonely afternoons when he sat here.

It seemed that the sound of rain was ringing in my ears again.

There is also a mixture of moist moisture and blood between the nose and the smell of blood.

But soon, it all dissipated again.

Su Junyan opened his eyes again, his eyes were clear, he held the knife that killed his mother, stood up, and quietly left the room step by step.

It's like making a break with my past self.

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